Eyes Closed

Aura. Migraine. Sleep. Pain. One more day. Again. Again.

A fermata on the spaghettification of my consciousness. A vortex of nothingness, a requiem for hope — no pride left.

Aura. Migraine. Sleep. Pain. One more day. Again. Again.

Repetition where no repetition was requested. Perhaps.

 
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